>The trip has been temporarily suspended once a Pre-Great War Magitech Tank was unearthed by Ninety-Nine Copper. The girl refuses to hand over what she calls her 'new stock' to the Aquatic Defense Force, who themselves are trying to fight back the Historical Society of History.

>Vendal is working hard to try and talk Ninety-Nine down from the tank.

>While all this is going on, Tali is sitting at a bench with Ceera, the two of them eating some Undine pastries. As they eat...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>45403147>The girl refuses to hand over what she calls her 'new stock' to the Aquatic Defense Force, who themselves are trying to fight back the Historical Society of History.Cute. She wants to sell it, so just tell them to buy it off of her. Maybe they'll get into a nice little bidding war and land 99c some real cash.

Raising the wine bottle to your lips, you take a long draught of its contents. The sweetness of the wine offers momentary reprieve from the increasingly dour conversation. Honestly you're a little baffled by the idea that Darzi, of all people, thinks herself useless. To you she's proven indispensable. She serves as, if not necessarily the moral center of your party, then certainly as the voice of reason among you.

Come to think of it, she really is the only voice of reason. Profectus seems too weak willed to speak against your fool notions, and Fulvia is very...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

“Without you, Chryssa would've put an arrow through my head a long time ago. Without you, I doubt most of the party would consider one another friends. Without you, Darzi, I'd probably be an even more abrasive madman than I currently am. You bind the party together just as I determine its course. You're as indispensable to me as a man's limbs.”

Darzi nervously drinks from the shared bottle of wine, wiping her mouth on her sleeve when she's done. You think she might be flushed, but that could well simply be the alcohol. “I suppose there's...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

That's probably at least partially your fault. You've had a sense for some time now that your companions have been struggling in their studies of magic, but you haven't exactly done much to help them through it. “It's to be expected, Darzi. Inborn talent will only take you so far in terms of magical skill. You need a teacher, and though I'm the natural choice I've neglected not only your advancement, but Profectus and Chryssa's as well. The entire party's really. I'd like to change that but I tend to forget amidst all the constant...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

You awake in pitch black, in a room that smells vaguely of brimstone and cinnamon. As you rise from your bed and light the cinnamon candle by your bedside for light, you remember that today is a big day. It's the day you officially become an Evil Lord. That is to say, you are evil, and will be dominating the area as if you were a lord.

You clean up your armor and tie on your cape before heading down to the evil breakfast nook for a cup of black coffee and devil's food cake to start your day. Your daughter would scoff to see you having dessert for breakfast,...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

> CURRENT SOUL: LIWET HERMANN>Try to find the rest of your Seraph teammates.>You are an Adepta Sororitas, not a Navywoman. Go towards the Drop-pods and descend towards the surface of the Forge World.

People say that the Inmaterium is the closest thing to hell but right now the voidship you are in is a more accurate depiction of what the Imperial cult depicts as the Inferno. There is chaos and confusion everywhere and what once were ample and calm corridors now have turned...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

After looking at the grim and crude sight of scared civilians and navy workers you prayed and asked the God-Emperor of mankind for their safety and to imbue them with the necessary bravery so they can stop being cowards and affront the enemy. You wished to fight them too but the Emperor had trusted you a bigger mission, now you had to find your team and head into the planet, God Wills it.

Like and angel you strode and jumped above the scared people, some of them looked at you with fear while other saw...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

The thick steel walls were now covered in spilled blood, remnants of guts and intestines and several long and wide claw marks. The light from the ceiling flickered weakly but every time it covered the room with its lux you became able to see more horror inducing details and specially the cursed being that had committed them.

A skeletal creature covered in metal and strange xenos glyphs, its viridian eyes were as empty and lacking as their own sanity. Its fingers had been turned into long claws that flayed...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

You are Tsukuda Ryouta, a Shinigami of the 12th Division with the unique role of an investigator of abnormal occurrences.

You've returned to Soul Society after capturing your target in the Human World's Berlin. You were given several days to recuperate, as your injuries were quite severe, and the fatigue of your previous battle has brought with it unpleasant health-related complications - namely, a cold. You're at no risk of dying, of course. A Shinigami is much harder to kill than that.

You were in hardly any state to leave your bed, so the mission...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>45395975The second letter is, coincidentally, also from a Shinigami you've cooperated with during another mission - Sasaki Soren of the 10th. His letter is rather curt, asking to meet with you whenever you are able. "This isn't urgent; treat this letter simply as an invitation to spend time together informally, preferably somewhere in Rukongai." It says. Schedules are tricky to align between people from different Divisions, considering the unpredictability of potential assignments and deployments to different...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

I am Sief Atanor, heir of the Atanor family and the Golem Raziel. The past few days have slipped by in relative peace. My time is spent training with Paxton, and digging my way through the great mound of tomes on dragon cults, mining, and trade. The former at least continues to bear fruit, the longer I spend with my nose buried in books however, the more it feels like all I'm getting out of the experience is a headache.

Lucus mostly keeps to himself, always sticking close to his golem as Virgil works on the repairs, though to my relief he's seeming a little...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>45395141I awaken to the sounds of my door being flung open with some haste, crashing against the wall behind, Tyra already fully dressed and wide awake beaming down at me as she dumps a pile of papers at the foot of my bed from under one arm, setting the lantern held in the other down on my bedside table. The long, frilly sleeves of her silk shirt are rolled back past the elbows, her long red hair tied back, as seems to be her habit when working on artifice.

It's not even light out yet.

“Morning Sief.”

Whatever my intentions for my response, what comes out is a confused mumble.

“I'm just about finished going over all the materials you've got, and I had a few ideas.”

“Can't this wait until morning?” I groan, bringing a forearm up over my eyes to shield me from the lantern light she's brought with her.

“There's light on the horizon, that means it's morning,” she grins, rifling through the pile of papers as she tries to assemble them into some inscrutable order.

I peer out from beneath my forearm. If there's light on the horizon, it certainly isn't visible from my bedroom window. Is this the kind of deranged schedule they keep on the Foundry Isles?

>You'll discuss this with her later, at civilized hours>Fine, you're already awake, may as well take a look

Dash took to the city with his teacher, and after several solicitations, the two came up with nothing, until a stop for lunch revealed that the city had been experiencing glitches in it’s reality lately.

The glitch itself manifested as a news site, crossing over from the human world, with a disparaging note about Eva, before considering the possible clue.

Deciding to wait for more concrete evidence before looking...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

You washed your face off, letting Elecmon enjoy his pampering a few minutes longer, before he finally sent the ladies on their way, his red fur now shiny and clean from brushing, his toe claws immaculately filed.

Guess they would know how to keep their appearance maintained after all.

“You didn’t see any of those girls kiss my cheek, did you?” You have to ask.

“Not to my knowledge.” He shakes his head. “Maybe before I woke up?”

Hmm. “Oh, and, uh, just so you know buddy, I’m gonna be out tonight. Invited Aru for dinner.”

“Can I come?” He asks innocently, his many tails folding close into each other as he sits up.

Eesh. “Well, we’ll talk about it later, alright?” Glancing around the room, “You know where Eva and Demi went?” He lifts a paw, pointing at a small side door, “There’s a small dining room through there. They went in an hour ago and never returned.”

Huh. You scoop Elecmon up and carry him through, finding the place deserted, with another door leading back out to the hallway outside. Still, there’s breakfast laid out for you in two places, so you help yourself.

Glancing around the room, it’s rather barren compared to the rest of the building, a soft carpet underneath, the table serving as the only furniture in the room, besides a grandfather clock, which bongs loudly for ten AM next to a balcony exit.

The hallway door bangs open suddenly, Jeff leading Gotsumon in. “Oh, you’re awake.” He gives you a smile, “Thanks for looking after my sister yesterday, man.”

You shrug, “No biggie, Elecmon did all the heavy lifting, I just got a cheap punch on him.”

Jeff nods, “Well, either way, thanks to both of you.” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, “But the others were wondering if you want to hit the streets again today or move on? We’re not exactly having much luck, are we?”

“One more day of looking can’t hurt, at the very least.” You shrug.

>You wanna pair with me?>We should get everyone and check out this power plant.>I’ll go with… (Write in)>Other

>Been running a campaign for years>Iron age, sailing isn't a huge thing>Very large world>Eventually PCs manage to circumnavigate the map>Often get complimented on how good the map is>Seems very realistic>It's actually just the Island of Orkney increased in size so tiny islands are continents>change the namesComment too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>45392695Fiend=Can never not be edgy, unless you play it like Stingy Jack I guessGreat Old One=Still pretty edgy with some potential fedorafag if you play up the antitheism vibeArchfey=Fairly Unedgy, unless the player tries his best to sharpen it

Note how it's an ork, looks, acts, and talks like any orc in most fantasy stories you've heard of with the exception of a k instead of a c. But also note that it's full of mech parts attached to it and not in a way that seems natural in the slightest. That is how 40k rolls, a typical Tolkien fantasy but with a bunch of random sci-fi parts just sewn on it sometimes for function other times purely for aesthetic

After recalling your demons back into the mobile COMP, you start swimming towards the distant figure of Fitz. No-man-left-behind is a generally good policy to follow, and it would reflect poorly on you as team leader. Not to mention the fact that you still haven’t yelled at her for diving into the water without...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>45387426I believe you mean "fantasy species", and none would be bro-tier because "bro" is an individual personality trait. If we take culture into account then most likely none of them would be, because they're based on some conception of early/middle medieval times, and people were dozens of times more prone to killing one another outside of the battlefield back then.

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